While I was still in primary school, I had been the proud owner of a set of bright and colourful markers. They made me happy: the pretty spectrum of colours, their power over all that is paper, and the very fact that I possessed and controlled them.

But one day, they were gone. I searched high and low for them; my very happiness, of course, hung on my knowing where exactly they were and that I still owned them.

As the fruitless search went on, it dawned on me. The possibility dawned on me that I may never see or touch my markers again. It distressed me, for my life would surely be pointless without them.

I chanced upon my brother's bag and suspicion began to hatch in my mind. I unzipped the article, felt about inside, and pulled out my set of bright and colourful markers. He took them without asking permission. How dare he! I smiled smugly to myself and hid My markers below a stack of magazines on the rack.

Of course, I knew that he had an Art lesson that day; I didn't, and had no use for them. But that he entitled himself to my possessions freely angered me, and I let hate for it fester within me and I smirked to myself in anticipation of his reaction.

That was at least eight years ago. Eight short years, and yet many things have passed and changed and introduced themselves in these eight years. I continue to lose things, to lose things that grant me some semblance of happiness. I continue, naturally, to search for them in the hope that they can restore the gratifying feeling that they have once brought.

And if I can't partake in such happiness, who has the audacity to claim it? Everybody seeks it, of course. Some find it, some will find it. But it never lasts. And it makes no sense to take it from them, for they will learn, as I have, in due course that the bliss is far, far from eternal. Its bright and colourful promise is too much to hope for.

So why do I keep looking? Perhaps for what I once had. Perhaps for what I hope to have. Perhaps that's life: looking for something more. Praying and hoping that one day, something will come along that lifts me out of this flurry of madness.